Old hands playing visceral, vitriolic crust with much climactic gusto. The burly, well-oiled sound is Portland meets Scandinavia with a dash of Zeke, while the vox are hollered out in Spanish and the cover art looks like a Fear Factory remixes 12″ from 1994. It all stomps along quite nicely, and if you enjoy the chunky, piss-boiling rage of Warvictims or World Burns To Death then you’ll likely find these seven tracks hugely agreeable.